We stand braced against the wind of words,
Watching them felling trees as they go....
In the evening rooms,
The silent smiles reach my gaze and go in
We stared into what is behind the words
Looking into them telling me as they go
In the evening tombs
Flashing TV smiles into our silent rooms
Gunning for my hours, reserving war
The wordings are far from the ceiling
In the evening rooms
We are burying the TV
But the sound is escaping and we smile,
Not embarrassed but surprised
Looking into the rooms next door
As the evening looms
The silence is in the carpets, the curtains, the glass.
We wait in bunches in the streaming words
Listening for the only sound that moves
In the evening rooms
When the envelopes fly through all our windows
No longer silent, we smile with teeth
No longer shy we breathe our belief
No longer on TV
The silence leaves our evening rooms.